I loved You Enough

Look at you. What happened to you?

I look at myself every day. I don't need someone to tell me to.

Life has its way of changing people; it has changed you.

People may have a way of changing people. Sometimes it's up to you.

Do you think you haven't changed?

Do you think you're the same?

This isn't about me, it's about you.

So am I not to ask questions, too?

Ah, you find this amusing. I see.

No, we are quick to point fingers when we should look internally.

I see what you're trying to do.

I am not trying to do anything. This is about me and you.

I remember our first date. You were the one who taught me to skate.

I remember it, too. Your father was mad I brought you home late.

What happened to us—being together felt good.

You're forgetting that your parents wouldn't let you marry a man from the hood.

I didn't care what they said, I wanted a life with you.

You did care because you chose to leave when I told you not to.

What did you expect me to do?

To stand up for me, to stay because I told you I loved you.

So why did you come back after all this time?

The same reason you did. I missed home. A part of me missed you, too.

I am sorry I didn't stay.

I understand. Your children are beautiful, by the way.

I thought you'd come after me. I did try to wait.

I loved you enough to know that another man would be a better mate.

I know you didn't want children.

And I knew having them would make you happy.

You made me happy.

I couldn't let you sacrifice that for me.

I had hoped that I would see you again. I am surprised it became a reality.

I had hoped that if I did, I'd let you know I loved you enough to give you up so you could have a family.